"We don't want to," said Chick-chick. "He didn't want us yesterday and he won't want us to-day. Let Brick Mason and Apple do it."
"I don't like that spirit, Henry, but we'll excuse you. Corliss and Glen will do the work."
"You don't seem very much excited over this find," said Glen to Spencer, as he pushed him along in his billy-cart.
"I'd be more excited if they found a gushing spring, my boy. I don't excite easily over buried gold."
"Well, we'll soon see. If I get hold of that pick I'll soon have that box loose."
Matt Burton did not really relish Glen's aid, but he could offer no valid objection. A few rapid and accurate strokes with the pick loosened the hard earth, and Apple and Matt quickly spaded it out. As soon as a grip could be obtained Matt seized the box. It certainly was heavy, especially since he could not yet get a good grip on it. Apple lifted one side and slowly but with great excitement they brought the mysterious box from its hiding place.
A look of disgust swept the features of Matt Burton as he looked at his treasure and read the white letters on the side of the box.
From the edge of the pit came a roar of laughter from Black Bob, the cook, who had been eagerly watching the proceedings.
"Ah ben missin' that yere bread box since yis'day two days gone," he shouted. "Dat ah is mah treasure. Bring her up yere!"
Glen, on his knees, had thrown open the lid of the box. As he saw its contents to be damp earth, tightly tamped, his roar of laughter equaled that of Black Bob.